"I would never dream of it, my lady," Finn said, before bringing his hands to his cheeks and giving a small girly-laugh.

Inside a living room

Finn and Marceline were standing in a small room, with a make-shift recorder in between them.

"Now, start a slow beat, and keep it steady, or it'll mess up everything," Marceline said, strumming her ax-guitar.

"You got it," Finn said, before he started beat-boxing again.

"Boom boom bechi chica chica boom chi, boom boom bechi chica chica bechi, boom boom chiboom, bechi booma boom,ba-da ba-da ba-da ba-da " Finn beat-boxed as he pulled a pair of red headphones out of his backpack, placed one phone over his ear, pick up the yellow recorder with the microphone taped to it, plugged in the headphones, and pressed a button on the side with his last "ba-da".

Marceline began to play her ax-guitar and sing while Finn continued to beat-box.

"Daddy, why did you eat my fries? I bought them, and they were mine. But you ate them. Yeah, you ate my fries. And I cried, but you didn't see me cry. Daddy, do you even love me? Well, I wish you'd show it, 'cause I wouldn't know it."

Finn started to beat-box slower as he cheeks turned red from the effort and the slight nervousness and/or embarrassment.

"What kind of Dad eats his daughters fries, and doesn't look her in the eyes. Daddy there were tears there. If you saw them would you even care?"